Silver Lining

Gloomy and dark,

even the horizon is a block.

What looked like hope

isn't anymore.

An overwhelming weight rests on me.

Even the sky,

which was supposed to be the limit,

has nothing in it.

What is the sky?

It has always been a tale of hope.

But now it's hard to see.

I stand under it anyway.

My teacher told me

"every cloud has a silver lining."

But right now I stand in the rain,

and the rain is all I see.

No cloud. No edge. No light behind it.

So I write her a letter:

You lied.

You sold me a sky

I was never going to see.

And here am I,

at the end of the line,

still waiting for the sun

to do something it never promised.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe there is a lining.

Not in the cloud.

Not in the sky.

I never looked in me

She wasn't wrong. She just pointed at the wrong place. She pointed up. I had to look in. Inside me.